Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
:crackup: :crackup: :crackup:Credos said:I was drunk out of my mind because of this crazy party. I go to the next bar alone and thought to try and pickup some women. Test some new openinglines me and my mates found funny.
I go up to this girl, I show her my index finger and my middle finger and ask her: Why do girls masturbate with these two fingers?
she goes: Dude wtf, get away from me creep!
me: because they're mine
she: *slaps me*
I turn 90 degrees towards her girlfriend:
me: hi
she: *creeped out*
me: If I was a watermelon, would you eat my seed?
She: *slaps me on the other cheek*
Alwayse good times with good pickuplines...
Bah I hate women with no sense of humor, but it was probebly because I stinked like beer that they instantly lost intrest, let alone how wasted I was... When I returned to the party both my cheeks had a red handform in it, my mates couldn't stop laughing when I told them I field tested the lines and that they work!
Hahaha, they think that of Latinos too; I'm Latino myself. :crackup:SharinganUser said:A girl I took home from the bar got into a slap fight with a hobo. Then this Austrian guy who was with her friend started freaking out and kept shouting, in his Arnie accent "We must get outta here! More are coming! The Chinese they do not fight alone!" .
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
My thread came back to liiiife, haha!WhitePimp said:I broke up with a girl. At a wedding reception. On Valentine's day.
She was bawling in the reception hall, completely causing a scene, whilst all the women were consoling her and glaring at me like I had just sent their loved ones to Bergen-Belsen (to be fair, she was flirting with a bartender a few nights before to make me jealous, and I just lost all interest in her after seeing that, so the breakup was warranted I think).
I said I'm sorry to everyone, had to leave early (all the guys were cheering/clapping for me btw, LOL!), and then the psycho refused to get in the car to leave. I basically started to pull away without her, but she ran to the door and got in when she realized I was going to leave her there.
The car ride home was about an hour and she was screaming at me the whole time, calling me a pvssy, loser, etc. while crying. Meanwhile, I was grinning internally and just saying "okay, sure, whatever, etc." She starts messing with my iPod and I'm scared she's going to throw it out the window so I take it from her and put on the radio. Then Bon Jovi's "Never Say Goodbye" comes on and she fvcking loses it, crying. Of all the goddamn songs that could've played it had to be that one. I threaten to call the cops on her because she's not getting out of my car when we get back to her house, and we eventually part ways.
I proceed to get psycho texts from her for the next few months (she also staged a fight with some dude outside my job to get my attention, WTF!?). Last I heard, she was with some real old dude who looks like a crackhead. Sucks too. This girl was gorgeous, just unfortunately insane.
My thread came back to liiiife, haha!WhitePimp said:I broke up with a girl. At a wedding reception. On Valentine's day.
She was bawling in the reception hall, completely causing a scene, whilst all the women were consoling her and glaring at me like I had just sent their loved ones to Bergen-Belsen (to be fair, she was flirting with a bartender a few nights before to make me jealous, and I just lost all interest in her after seeing that, so the breakup was warranted I think).
I said I'm sorry to everyone, had to leave early (all the guys were cheering/clapping for me btw, LOL!), and then the psycho refused to get in the car to leave. I basically started to pull away without her, but she ran to the door and got in when she realized I was going to leave her there.
The car ride home was about an hour and she was screaming at me the whole time, calling me a pvssy, loser, etc. while crying. Meanwhile, I was grinning internally and just saying "okay, sure, whatever, etc." She starts messing with my iPod and I'm scared she's going to throw it out the window so I take it from her and put on the radio. Then Bon Jovi's "Never Say Goodbye" comes on and she fvcking loses it, crying. Of all the goddamn songs that could've played it had to be that one. I threaten to call the cops on her because she's not getting out of my car when we get back to her house, and we eventually part ways.
I proceed to get psycho texts from her for the next few months (she also staged a fight with some dude outside my job to get my attention, WTF!?). Last I heard, she was with some real old dude who looks like a crackhead. Sucks too. This girl was gorgeous, just unfortunately insane.
I have no idea why she'd want to make me jealous. Psychopathy perhaps? We were out with my friends at a bar, and one of my friends comes up to me and says "the chick you're here with is flirting with the bartender, and it looks like she's trying to get his number"...I look over and there she was doing exactly that. I just lost all interest in her then and there to be honest. We weren't even dating that long, but still, my feelings just emptied for her after that. No regrets. I'm glad I crushed her.Robyn923b said:My thread came back to liiiife, haha!
Incredible story White Pimp. Definitely one of the top five in this thread!
Why did she want to make you jealous though? breaking up with someone over flirting sound a little over-reacting.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.